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Lord Knows Lyrics - Take Care - Drake

All we wanted was opportunity 

Just Blaze, Lord Knows! 

 

It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here 

And this girl right here, who knows what she knows? 

So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom 

And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all 

But that's just the result of me paying attention 

To all these women that think like men with the same intentions 

Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention 

Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention 

But Weezy and Stunna my only role models 

Hefner and Jordan my only role models 

That's why I walk around with all this gold on 

And every time I run into these niggas they want no problems 

Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings 

All of the little accents that make me a king 

I never hear the disses they try and point out to me 

But it's whatever if somebody wan' make it a thing 

I'm more concerned what niggas thinkin' about Christmas in August 

Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters 

Get some shake, a brick in the press 

And chef it like Mrs. Fields; they're making the cookie stretch 

I know it so well, I know the hustle so well 

Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel 

Drug money outfit, record clean 

Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team 

Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real 

Places they say they've been, we've actually going for real 

I'm really killin' shit, fuck all the jiggy rapping 

I'm going trigga happy just to see my niggas happy 

Mixtape legend, underground kings 

Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things 

With my new bitch that's living in Palm Springs 

Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams 

They take the greats from the past and compare us 

I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era 

In a time where it's recreation 

To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations 

I know of all the things that I hear they be pokin' fun at 

Never the flow though, they know I run that 

Fuck you all, I claim that whenever 

I change rap forever, the game back together, yeah 

YM, I remain that forever 

In the same place my brother Wayne at forever 

I'm a descendent of either Marley or Hendrix 

I haven't figured it out cause my story is far from finished 

I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me 

I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy 

Know that I don't make music for niggas who don't get pussy 

So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me 

Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up 

Roll this and boost your rate up, it's time that somebody paid up 

A lot of niggas came up off of a style that I made up 

But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of? 

Bought a white Ghost, now shit is gettin' spooky 

Very, very scary, like shit you see in the movies 

In this bitch all drinks on the house like Snoopy 

That's why all the real soldiers salute me 

 

Trill nigga, for real 

 

You know I love this 

YOLO, you only live once 

 

I'm going so hard my nigga, I swear homie 

Everyday is another opportunity to reach that goal 

 

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I fell in love with the pen, started fucking the ink 

The hustle's an art, I paint it what I would think 

Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper 

Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica 

Villa on the water with the wonderful views 

Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews 

Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival cruise 

And these niggas talkin' like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes 

It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar 

Every bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car 

Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double R 

Headlights flickin', lookin' like a fallin' star 

Everyday them hammers bang, whippin' yay like Anna Mae 

I run the game but the ladies think I'm running game 

Mink coats make your woman wanna fornicate 

Rozay and Drake, I'm gettin' cake, nothin' short of great 

 

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